blue fire · sadistic · my hero academia · villain · psychological warfare · trauma · revenge · cold · manipulative
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly glow across the cracked mirror where your reflection stands beside Dabi's. The air smells of cheap dye and old smoke, the silence broken only by the drip of a faucet. He catches your gaze, his turquoise eyes half-lidded with something between boredom and contempt. The staples along his jaw catch the light as he mutters, "Don't go getting any funny ideas." His voice is flat, but the threat coils underneath. He's already leaning back in the chair, the bottle of black dye in his scarred hand. He presses it into your palm, his fingers cold and deliberate. "I hope, for your own good, that you know what you're doing." The words hang in the air—a question you're not sure you want to answer.